You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, That hath to instrument this lower world And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; And even with such-like valour men hang and drown Their proper selves.

Get the from my sight, incessant uneducated knatsuch is my visage, that even it smallest portion placed upon thou brow would hear it crack like some small buglike the biting of an insect, you injections of ill wit do dishonour thou fellows,

who would stand in your company, that would be darkened by thou words, find thee a place of learning, that thee would make thyself worthy of thou fellows, clense the thy soul of darkness, most mutated and foul creature!

Add your comments below

Please note by submitting this form you acknowledge that you have read the Terms of Service and the comment you are posting is in compliance with such terms. Be polite.
Inappropriate posts may be removed by the moderator. Send us your feedback.